Hi, Friends! I’ve been pretty MIA on my writing, but still here, behind the scenes living and reading about your lives and commenting here and there. The spring weather has finally hit so we spend so much more time outside in the evening and at lunch times so there’s been less time for writing. But I’m here mulling things over…still always mulling. And enjoying my boy who amazes me every day in exploration of new words, phrases, activities and imagination. And procrastinating on the whole packing thing.
We are less than 48 hours away from our departure to this small paradise in Outer Banks, and I haven’t yet packed even the smallest bottle of sunscreen. I work late tonight and a full day tomorrow, so Thursday night will have to be my time to bust it full force and get it done. I am SOOO looking forward to the trip! But I am SOOO not looking forward to the long drive to the coast. M*pquest estimates the trip to take about 14 hours. I’m sure M*pquest doesn’t add in time for traveling with non-potty trained, wiggly toddler boys. We do plan to stay overnight somewhere on Friday night, and we will be blessed with the assistance of my 10 year old niece in the back seat. My sister and her family as well as my mom and dad are all driving STRAIGHT THROUGH. We may be crazy, but we’re not stupid, so it will be a two-legged trip for us both ways. Any advice for this kind of trip would be welcome, as the longest we’ve ever traveled by car with Woob is a few hours. And you may remember what the plane ride to and from Boston was like last year…
For my Catholic friends/readers (and even those of you who aren’t), I’ve got a new favorite non-adoption-related blog is www.asksistermarymartha.blogspot.com. She answers questions about Catholicism, her life, just about anything and puts everything into perspective with stories and her own brand of wit and wisdom. I have been in tears laughing a few times as I looked through some of the archives. (Storkwatcher: a special note to you–she knows all the patron saints and their stories!!)
Tomorrow is Woob’s last day at J’s daycare, and although he is totally oblivious to that fact, we are all feeling rather sad about it. In honor of his last day, the group is taking a field trip to the zoo and McDonalds if it doesn’t rain. I won’t be able to go, but Papa2Roo will be along for the fun. I’m trying to think of an appropriate gift for J. but am seriously running out of time! Any suggestions are welcome here as well!
We have been able to take Woob twice to spend lengthy periods of time phasing into the new child care center, which is awesome. P2R took him one day for about an hour and a half and I did the same last Friday. In between times, P2R has been taking him after daycare each day to the new center’s playground. Hopefully it won’t be such a big shock when we leave him there on that first day…I know its probably worse for us than for him. I don’t know if there’s anything we could do differently to help smooth the transition. Change is hard.
Some of you are curious about how I handled the adoption information on our care center paperwork. I looked for openings to talk with the care providers one to one, there were always little eyes and ears around. It seemed like more of an “office” conversation to me. After about a week I finally wrote on the form something to the likes of “Woob was adopted at birth and we maintain an open adoption with his first family, which means we all keep in contact often through visits, mail, etc. He has a little sister who lives with his first family as well. You may hear him refer to his first family. Any/all discussion or questions regarding this should be directed to us–we are happy to help educate staff about adoption in general, and Woob’s story as necessary in relation to his care.” Probably could’ve done better, could’ve done worse…
Woob is starting to do such cute things…really into the whole pretending about puppydogs. Either he is one or he is talking to one all the time. He pants and barks and sits. He pretends his french fries are bones and tries to whistle and say “here, boy! A bone!”
He tried to feed the neighbor’s cat some rocks the other day…”Here Targer (Tiger). Bite this rock. Eat it!” “Targer” was less than excited about the prospect of rocks for lunch, but is a pretty good sport when it comes to being chased around by the Woob. Our own cat won’t have anything to do with him and hides during waking hours. So Woob has claimed Targer for his own, and we are not allowed to pet him because “Targer is MY kitty cat. MY Kitty.” Oh, we have reached the age of “MINE,” and what fun we are having with that…heh.
He can sing along all the words to Mary Had a Little Lamb (all the verses!), Happy Birthday, and that blasted “Life is a Highway” song from Cars. He wants that one on the radio EVERY. Morning. in the car. Over. And. Over.
I never really pictured “two” as this much fun and this adorable. Not that we don’t have our moments…but still, really, really cute. I love him with everything I have inside me.
Happy day! As soon as we get back from our trip, I will be shipping my unopened IVF meds to a cyberfriend of mine. As I told her, just seeing it in the fridge every day as I grab a Coke, really pisses me off, especially since I received the bill for it the day I found out I was losing the pregnancy. I want it gone. She’s getting a deal (and hopefully a BFP!!) and I’ll be able to replenish a tiny bit of my bank account. I totally suck for charging anything at all, but did I mention that bank account?? You know, the empty one??
I just ordered makeup from the deal that TGM posted, and I can’t wait til the shipment comes!! It’ll be like Christmas morning at my house! I may not even be done ordering yet. Check it out if you haven’t yet!
A post I want to write refers back to Nicole’s question about do you want your open adoption relationships to be more like houseguests or family, which piggy backs onto TGM’s question about what would be your ideal open adoption. I need time to think about them both together and make intelligent words come out the other side, but both of those girls keep me thinking with their posts. If you don’t read them, please ask yourself, “why, why don’t I read those blogs?” And then answer yourself by shooting over there and doing so.
I just read “The Secret Life of Bees,” remembering Jenna’s post last year. A good, quick read. Touches on lots of adoption related issues, though its not a book about adoption: loss of mother, loss in general, grief, depression, exploration of “family,” race, etc. The bonus is you get to learn a little about bees and keeping them along the way. No real review here, but just wanted you to know it was a good one if you were looking for some summer reading that wasn’t trashy romance.
Hi HeatherPNR! Thanks for checking in on me. Its nice to be thought of 🙂
So there you have it! Random? Yes! But it felt good to just keep the conversation going with you all out there!